Baekhyun always loved watching Chanyeol play the guitar.

“…Byun Baekhyun. Will you be my date?”

He loved how each string produces music, how Chanyeol easily blends them together, flawlessly.

“Yes.”

Chanyeol always loved Baekhyun’s voice.

“C-Chanyeol..”

He loved how Baekhyun’s voice rings in his head, how it sounds like music itself.

“Shh, I got you, baby.”

They loved music so much- it brought them together.

But it tore them apart as well.

“B-But, Baek-“

“No.. let’s.. let’s end this. No long distance relationship ever lasted. New York? You’ll end up not talking to me for a day. Then for a week, a month, a year. At least.. At least if we end it right now.. it’ll hurt less. For the both of us.”

“Baekhyun..”

“Goodbye, Chanyeol. Just.. just take care over there.. and goodluck in Juliard..”

The songs of love soon changed into longing, hurt and sadness.

The once lively tunes, dying into empty, lonely ones.

***

“Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can you marry my music teacher?”

Baekhyun chuckled. “And why would I?”

“He’s handsome! And he plays the guitar well!”

“Hmm, does he?”

His daughter nodded. Baekhyun only wore a soft smile, before letting go of her little hand.

“Alright, little lady. I’ll pick you up at 6. You go and listen well to your music teacher, okay?”

“Okay!”

He watched Melody skip to the gates, smiling widely.

But it dies when he lifted his head, meeting a familiar person’s gaze.

“Good afternoon Mr. Park!”

Standing there, just behind the gates, was Chanyeol.